Little Monster 👻 | Yoonmin

Twitter Account

Yoongi was seated at his computer desk, clicking away as he made his new twitter account. He's never actually done this before, he usually only uses Instagram but he felt that this circumstance calls for the Twitter stans.

Yoongi just tweeted!

He smiled proudly as he looked at his computer screen. "Wow, it's easier than I thought.." He mumbled to himself as he then started to type out a bit more. With the help of Google, he was able to learn a bit about Twitter, and what threads are.

He read over what he has just tweeted out, making sure it sounded okay. He slowly frowned as it sounded as he was whining and complaining.

"Aish.. they probably think I'm some possessive boyfriend who needs more attention.." He said with a low sigh. Nonetheless, he tweeted again.

He had just clicked the button, 'tweet', as he heard the oh so familiar voice.

"Hey babe, I'm home!" Jimin's voice rang throughout the apartment. Yoongi then froze, going into panic mode, 'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.' He repeated as a mantra in his head. He quickly closed the Twitter tab and rose from his seat. He suddenly felt guilty.

"Yoongi?" Jimin called out again.

"Ahh, yeah babe, I'm coming." He quickly answered back as he left his work space, heading down the hall. Once he entered the opening, where the living room and kitchen meet, he saw him, Jimin; who was currently leaning against the counter, typing away on his phone. Yoongi then felt the familiar sensation bubble beneath his skin. Jealousy. Who is he texting? Where has he been all night?

As if right on cue, Jimin speaks, "I'm currently texting Taehyung. He wants to hang out soon." Yoongi then let out a mental sigh of relief and simply nodded in response. Taehyung has been friends with Jimin since high school. Well, they all have. They all met in high school. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. They were like a family.

"That's fine, how was work?" Yoongi replied back, walking toward Jimin. Once Yoongi moved his feet, Jimin was shoving his phone in his pocket and turning to face Yoongi.

"Oh, you know, boring as usual." Jimin responded with a light chuckle. Just hearing that melodic sound caused Yoongi to smile. He then took a step closer. That's when the smell of blood, dirty blood, invaded his senses, causing him to abruptly stop. The sudden action made Jimin visibly tense up, "What's wrong, Yoongi?"

"That smell.. Jimin, why do you smell like a slaughter house?" Yoongi scrunched up his nose in disgust. Jimin turned a bit pale, "It's just sweat." And with that, Yoongi let it go.

"Okay," was the only thing he said to that before changing the subject. "Did you eat anything yet?"

Jimin was a bit dumbfounded that Yoongi actually believed it. He stood like that for what felt like minutes before answering, "Yeah, I ate a sandwich at work."

Yoongi then nodded, "Alright, well, I should get back to my work. If you need anything, you know where to find me." He then turned on his heels and headed down the corridor towards his office. Once he he was in the confinement of his work space he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Really... sweat? I'm not that stupid." He groaned lowly so he plopped down onto his computer chair, running a hand through his hair. He then turned towards his desk, looking at his monitor.

"Ahh Twitter might have the answer.." He muttered to himself, beginning to read some comments on his post.

Over in the living room, Jimin was seated on the couch. He was talking quietly into his phone, "He's getting suspicious... and I really don't know what to do.." He spoke with worry. Taehyung, who was the person Jimin was speaking to, let out a fake laugh, "Oh, I don't know, maybe you should tell him!" Jimin just sighed, "You know I can't do that... he'll think I'm some criminal."

"Uh Jimin, you are! Well, you're the leader of criminals." Taehyung laughed. "Come on Taehyung, this is serious. What if he leaves me?" Jimin whined lowly. "Yoongi would never leave you. He loves you. He has since freshman year. But if you don't tell him, he might leave you."  Taehyung responded.

Jimin then nodded, "Yeah but- what if he can't adapt to my secret lifestyle?" Taehyung just let out an exasperated sigh, "I can't really choose for you Jimin, it's your choice but just be smart about it. Anyways, Jungkook just got back so I'll talk to you later."

"Ahh okay okay. Tell him I said thanks, I'll text you later, goodbye." He then hung up on his friend. Jimin then set his phone down, "Should I tell him?" He mumbled to himself. He shook his head quickly, "No, no, later.." He then got up from the couch. He was suddenly feeling hungry after having to think of such a decision. He wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He was met with nothing. As if Yoongi didn't go shopping once this week.

He closed the fridge door and let out a sigh. He then moved towards the cupboards, opening two doors to reveal absolutely nothing. 'Did Yoongi ever eat?' He thought to himself. ahead then felt guilty. He was never home. He doesn't even know if Yoongi is taking care of himself. Oh, he was such a bad boyfriend.

Now Jimin felt that he really needed to tell him. He didn't want Yoongi to feel neglected. He loves Yoongi, with all his heart. He couldn't help that his job needed him almost 24/7. Now that he thinks about it, his job is really jeopardizing his relationship. He doesn't remember when it started to happen but the mafia started to consume his life. It was all he thought about. He was only protecting his family, right?

Jimin looked down the hall, staring directly at Yoongi's office door. He took a deep breathe before he started to move his feet down the corridor.

He slowly reached out to the door knob, touching the metal made another round of doubts cross his mind. Jimin quickly pushed them to the back of his head as he opened the door, "Hey-"

He was cut off by the endless curse words that flew from Yoongi's mouth as he furiously clicked out of tabs, "Jesus christ Jimin, can't you knock?"

Jimin stood there a bit dumbfounded, "Did I interup-" He began, only to be cut off again.

"I was watching porn!" As the words left Yoongi's mouth, he instantly regretted it. He didn't know why he said it. It wasn't what he was doing, but it was the first thing that came to his head. And the immediate look of hurt on Jimin's face just made his heart clench.

"Oh.. Well, I guess you can get back to your porn." Although Jimin said it softly, there was venom in those words. Before Yoongi could have a reply, Jimin was already down the hall.

"Shit.." Yoongi cursed again, he got up from his chair and closed the door. He stood there for longer than he should have as he debated whether to go after Jimin or not. "I'll talk to him in the morning.." He concluded before sitting back in his chair, opening Twitter again.

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I hope this first chapter was good. I was inspired to do a mafia book by a drawing of Jimin I did. I didn't really have a plot so I'm sorry if this is a bit messy. Please give feedback!